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to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She never

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Gotta hand it to me though
When it comes to floating I’m a pro
Gone with the wind 
Without sin
I’d probably hug a cinder block in Lake Michigan

me
Heal the tree
Wipe the blood from the roots
Let the branches be free in the wind
Heal the wounds shake the noose
Set loose by my ancestors
Will we

Oh do you want to go dancing in the dark cold night?
Pick me up and spin me around like a little child?
The stove is hot the wind it blows
And we

to steal her anything she sees
But you'll wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
Yeah, she never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
Well,

Everyday pain
Check out my closet and look at it mane
Why you think bone collector that be my name
Scammers hit my phone swear to god that I made it
Fuck

necessities
Running out of money running into debt
Running from the collectors I ain't pay them yet
Shoot your deal with no matter how rich you get
And Even

not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone

remembering a day
the broken boats of Noirmoutier the Atlantic salt collectors
set about their sectioned squares
a low straight road away
against

sitting this one out for a while
With the covers over our heads asleep with ourselves
Influencers you follow will fall out of style
And wind up as dust

thought I wouldn't make it, I felt like a dyin' motor
Said if I could see the wind, I could part the sea like I'm Moses
Now I get it, this exactly what you

One for the money
Two for the people who keep asking me for it
Each missed bill collector call is a splash in the torrent
The way I handle cash is

want to
Cause I love to
When I get that second wind
I gotta go to the end
Feel I'm coming closer
To what I'm really supposed to
Whether best or for

I'm buzzing i'm buzzing
You niggas are broke
And you're oh so disgusting
The topic's not up for discussion
You keep flapping your yap
You wind up with

a fortune you hit
I'm talking life don't just stray in the mist
And live every breath like it's a gift
Never with the wind a different kinda spin
Cos I fight

the U.K., down to Bombay
From Chi-town, down to Norway
Bread baker, moneymaker
'Cuz manz hot, equator
No Skepta, rent collector
Babez lookin' good, I select

I remember the wind blew and graced my skin
I felt the love once more again
For the first time, I felt you close to me
Broken melodies use surround

baffled by what you call reason
On a far off cloud my soul is landing
Running from you feels like treason

And the tax collectors are standing by
Waiting

to be in the terrordome
Hella blown college collectors blow up my telephone
Seems like I'm gonna be indebted until I'm hella grown
I need a career and I

iris the light collectors
Attack the precious count the shekels
Conduct the lectures that'll suppress us
Create the law of records
Tip the scales

to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She never

Life in the city got me longing for the simple life
Far away from the noise and the glare of the lights
Miss the sound of crickets, the wind

broke
Anything to never be broke
Highs an the lows, as the cold wind blows
No heater just closed windows
Had to get this shit on my own
Bill collectors

The smell of pie the wind had blown
To every collector and person of throne
Like piranhas to blood and pigs to the mud
They took all my pie, they took all my